Oh man, my mind is definitely filled with ghosts - past, present, and future - no this no fairytale, it’s my mind playing it’s usual tricks on a Monday afternoon sitting in a coffee shop between meetings.
A quick glance down my Twitter feed and I see that the 2020 election is shaping up to be the year that we might actual finally get our first woman president. Sen Amy Klobuchar
from Minnesota has officially announced her plans to run for President of the United States. This following close on the heels of Sen Elizabeth Warren
stepping into the fray. I don’t know much about either of these candidates at this point, but I hope things go their way.
I finished reading Harold Jaffe’s Paris 60
book. I’m a fan. I like the whole blending of fact and fiction to get what Jaffe calls docufiction, something Werner Herzog was famous for with his documentaries. And of course, one of my favourite writers - Hunter S. Thompson
- often created a surrealistic blend of fact and fiction to create a truth filled narrative.
I love the wild use of language that each of these cats used in their work to both inform and entertain. Something I strive for as a blogger stroke newsletter writer. Anyway…
Back to Paris 60
. Jaffe approached the book in the spirit of Baudelaire’s Paris Spleen
(which I have yet to read, but have in my library). Basically, Jaffe occupies the position of the observer and shares his notes and observations with us from 60 entries he made in his journal while working in Paris in the Spring of 2008. This was a timely read for me (although not planned) as I am off to Paris (briefly) on this coming Sunday. I’m really only touching down in Paris before hoping a flight to Toulouse for a 3 day training event I’m co-delivering.
It’ll be cool to see if Jaffe’s description of French culture holds true for me during my brief visit. My daytimes are spoken for already, but i’ll be free to explore the nights.
Speaking of nights…I started writing this in the day and now it’s night and i’m dead tired, but that’s what happens when you burn the candle at both ends.
On my drive home from the office, I was zoning out. The darkness and bright lights must have dulled my senses. Somewhere in that awake, but not paying attention state, I began to wonder if there is anything on the other side. The chicken crossed the road to find out and someday I will too.
By the way, can you figure out the Jelly Bean Problem? See below.